He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Lin Yue ripped off the moisturizing face mask.

I casually wiped my hands on my pajamas, slipped on my sports jacket, and rushed outside.

On the streets of Fengdu late at night, an SUV without police lights sped along, its accelerator floored.

Inside the bar.

The bass had long since stopped, and all the lights in the venue were on.

A long cordon was set up outside the door.

Several police cars were flashing their red and blue lights.

The onlookers were kept on the perimeter, peering around curiously.

Lin Yue strode across the cordon, pushed aside the two security guards blocking her way, and headed straight for the restroom.

Two bodyguards in black, their legs trembling, stood outside the restroom door.

Zhao Gang was squatting on the bathroom tiles, wearing white gloves, examining the marks on the floor.

Lin Yue stopped outside the cordon.

Zhang Xu leaned against the wall at the far end of the bathroom, his designer shirt torn into shreds.

His body was covered in scratches, so deep that the flesh was visible.

His entire face was a strange bluish-purple color, his chin was twisted to an extremely absurd angle, and his eyes bulged out.

Lin Yue felt a chill run down her spine after just one glance.

"Team Leader Zhao."

Zhao Gang straightened up.

He took off his white gloves and stuffed them into the evidence bag. He turned his head, pointed at Zhang Xu, and said, "He's gone."

"The area is cordoned off. Come and take a look."

Lin Yue walked around the water stains on the ground and went to Zhao Gang's side, asking in a low voice, "What happened, Captain Zhao? Was it a revenge killing?"

Zhao Gang shook his head, his face contorted in a grimace, his expression extremely strange.

He pointed at Zhang Xu's fingernails with his gloved fingers.

"The forensic pathologist has conducted a preliminary examination."

"His fingernails were full of his own flesh and fabric fibers."

Lin Yue was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Gang put his hands on his hips, let out a long breath, and said with a headache, "So, all these injuries on his body were self-inflicted."

"There are no signs of a third party committing the crime."

"Not only that."

"There was no fighting at the scene, and the bathroom door wasn't damaged."

"He died of cardiac arrest caused by extreme panic."

To put it bluntly...

"He was scared to death."

Lin Yue's heart skipped a beat.

Scared to death?

The image of Yang Guang lighting a large red candle and releasing Lin Ran in the old apartment flashed through his mind.

Could it have been Yang Guang who did it?

But if it really is him, then he handled it far too thoroughly.

Direct physical deliverance combined with spiritual cremation!

Lin Yue opened her mouth, then blurted out, "Is it Yang...?"

"Ahem!"

Zhao Gang coughed twice suddenly, clearing his throat with great force.

He glared at Lin Yue fiercely, then glanced to the side, giving her an extremely stern look: "Hand over the operation on-site, then come back to the station with me."

"Zhang Chengwu has gone mad."

Zhao Gang raised his voice, and Lin Yue quickly swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Office of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The corridor was filled with the sound of hurried footsteps.

The richest man's son died suddenly in a bar, causing chaos throughout the entire office.

Zhang Chengwu was in a fit of impotent rage in the interrogation room; the sounds of him slamming his fist on the table and smashing his chair could be heard through three doors.

Zhao Gang pushed open the door to his private office and went inside.

Lin Yue followed closely behind and locked the door behind her.

He turned around and walked to Zhao Gang's desk, slapped his hands on the table, and leaned forward.

"Team Leader Zhao!"

"About what happened today..."

"stop!"

Zhao Gang raised his hand to interrupt her, walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass with warm water, and gulped down half of it.

He then continued, "I understand what you're trying to say."

"But I don't know."

Lin Yue persisted, "But..."

Zhao Gang sat down in his office chair, leaned back, and looked at Lin Yue sternly, saying, "Lin Yue, please always remember your place!"

"We are police officers!"

"Police investigations require evidence!"

"Follow scientific logic!"

Lin Yue was stunned.

Zhao Gang opened the drawer, pulled out a file, and threw it on the table.

"Zhang Xu has a long history of drinking and an extremely chaotic private life, and is definitely suspected of abusing psychotropic drugs."

"In the enclosed bathroom, he suddenly developed severe schizophrenia and paranoia, which led to extremely terrifying hallucinations."

"In this state of extreme panic, he engaged in severe self-harm."

He ultimately died of an acute myocardial infarction.

Zhao Gang rattled off his story in one breath, without even pausing for punctuation: "The forensic team is already issuing a formal report in this direction."

"Did you understand?"

Lin Yue stood straight with her chin slightly open.

Is this also possible?

Lin Yue realized what was going on.

Zhao Gang is forcibly closing the case and completely removing Yang Guang from the picture!

Zhao Gang continued, "The surveillance footage is crystal clear; Zhang Xu was the only person in the restroom at the time of the incident."

"No one has ever gone in."

"The fingerprints and DNA at the scene were all his own."

"Scientific instruments can't detect ghosts."

"We are materialists, and we can only explain the case using materialist methods!"

"We'll see."

"In Lin Ran's case, it's been half a month. Yang Guang even recorded his entire confession for us, but the Zhang family dismissed it with a mental illness certificate."

"Zhang Xu has the backing of the Zhang family, so there's nothing we can do about him. But a scumbag like him deserves to die a thousand times over."

He died today.

"Lin Ran's case has been officially closed."

"We have done right by the victims, and we have done right by this uniform."

"Whatever happened tonight, this matter ends here!"

"Besides, his father said he had a mental illness, and considering the contraband he used, his death is quite reasonable!"

"Do you understand?"

Lin Yue understood.

I understand completely now.

Team Leader Zhao genuinely felt that Zhang Xu deserved to die.

Although the methods were mysterious, the result was very satisfying.

This is what they mean by "the wicked will be punished by Heaven."

Although this "Tian" might be a high school student wearing tattered canvas shoes and penniless.

Lin Yue straightened her back, stood at attention, and saluted.

"clear!"

"Alright, get out there and get to work. Organize the on-site investigation records."

"Don't pay any attention to Zhang Chengwu; let him rant."

Lin Yue immediately saluted, slipped away, and returned to her workstation.

She pulled up a swivel chair, sat down, and took out her phone to call Yang Guang.

Two beeping sounds.

The call was connected.

Yang Guang's cheeky voice: "What's wrong, miss?"

"We just parted ways, and you already miss me?"

Lin Yue spat and asked curiously, "Where are you?"

Why is it so noisy over there?

"Lin Ran's funeral, of course it was noisy."

Lin Yue was silent for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "Zhang Xu is dead."

"So what if I die?"

"That kind of scum wastes air when he's alive and wastes land when he's dead. I think it's fine."

Yang Guang's tone was completely calm, but this reaction only confirmed Lin Yue's guess.

This guy definitely did it!

"Just wait!"

"I'm coming to find you right now!"

P.S.: Here I am! Thank you to all the friends who sent gifts and urged me to update! I'm giving you all a big thumbs up!